The Art of Life|Jun 12, 2014 4:01 AM| by:

Dots and Stickers

The Wemmicks were small wooden people. These little wooden people were carved by a woodworker named Eli whose  workshop sat on a hill overlooking the Wemmick Village. The Wemmicks were all different;  some had big noses, others had large eyes. Some were tall and others were short. Some wore hats, others wore coats. But all were made by the same carver and all lived in the same village.

All day long, every day, the Wemmicks did the same thing. They gave each other stickers. Each Wemmick had a box of golden stars stickers and a box of dull grey dot stickers. Up and down the streets all over the city, people could be seen sticking gold stars or grey dots onto each other. The pretty ones, those with smooth wood and fine paint , always got shiny gold stars! But if the wood was rough or the paint was chipped, the Wemmicks gave dull grey dots. The talented ones got stars, too. Some could lift big sticks high above their heads or jump over tall boxes. Still others knew big words or could sing very pretty songs. Everyone gave them shiny gold stars! Some Wemmicks had stars all over them! Every time they got a star it made them feel so good that they did something else and got another star.

There were many other Wemmicks, though they could do very little. They got dull grey dots. There was one little Wemmick and his name was Punchinello. He tried to jump high like the others, but he always fell. And when he fell, the others would gather around and give him dull grey dots. Sometimes when he fell, it would scar his wood, so the people would give him more grey dots. He would try to explain why he fell and, in doing so, he would say something really silly. Then the Wemmicks would give him some more dots. After a while, Punchinello had so many dots that he didn’t want to go outside. He was afraid he would do something dumb such as forget his hat or step in the water, and then people would give him more dull grey dots. In fact, he had so many grey dots that some people would come up and just give him one without any reason! “He deserves lots of dots”, they would say. The wooden people would agree with one another. “He’s not a good wooden person”, they would say. After a while Punchinello believed them. “I am not a good Wemmick!”, he would say. The few times he went outside, he hung around other Wemmicks who had a lot of grey dots. At least he felt better around them.

One day, Punchinello met a Wemmick who was unlike any he’d ever met. She had no dull grey dots and did not have any shiny golden stars either. She was a wooden Wemmick and her name was Lucia. It wasn’t that people didn’t try to give her stickers; it’s just that the stickers didn’t stick to her! Some admired Lucia for having no dots, so they would run up and give her a star. But it would fall off. Some would look down on her for having no stars. So they would give her a dot. But that would not stick either!

“That’s the way I want to be!”, thought Punchinello. “I don’t want anyone’s marks!” So he asked the stickerless Wemmick how she did it. “It’s easy”, Lucia replied. “Every day I go see Eli.” Punchinello asked, “Eli? Who is Eli?” She replied, “Eli, he is the woodcarver. I sit in his workshop and spend time with him.” He asked Lucia, “Why do you do that?” Lucia told him, “Why don’t you find out for yourself? Go up the hill and visit him. He’s there.” And with that, the sweet little Wemmick named Lucia turned and skipped away. “But he won’t want to see me!”, Punchinello cried out to her. Lucia didn’t hear him as she was too far away. Punchinello went home. He sat near a window and watched the wooden people as they scurried around giving each other gold stars and grey dots. “It’s just not right”, he muttered to himself. Then he resolved to go see Eli after all.

Punchinello walked up the narrow path to the top of the hill and stepped into the big Woodcarver Shop. His little wooden eyes widened at the size of everything. The stool was as tall as he was. He had to stretch on his tippy-toes to see the top of the workbench. A hammer was as long as his arm. Punchinello swallowed hard and thought to himself, “I’m not staying here!” And he turned to leave.

Then he heard his name. “Punchinello?”, said this voice, so deep and strong. Punchinello stopped. The voice said, “Punchinello, oh how good it is of you to come! Let me have a look at you.”

Punchinello slowly turned around and looked at the large bearded craftsman and said, “Sir, how do you know my name?”

“Of course I do. I made you”, said Eli. All of a sudden, Eli stooped down and picked little Punchinello up and set him on the workbench.

“Hmmmmm”, the maker spoke thoughtfully as he inspected the grey circles all over him. “Looks like you have been given some bad marks.”

“Oh, Eli, I didn’t mean to; I really didn’t! I really tried hard not to.”

“Oh, you don’t have to defend yourself to me, my child. I don’t care what the other Wemmicks think.”

“Really? You don’t?”

“No and you shouldn’t either. Who are they to give stars or dots? They are Wemmicks just like you. What they think really doesn’t matter at all, Punchinello. All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty special.”

“Oh, me special? How can I be special? I can’t walk fast. I can’t jump. My paint is peeling. I make silly mistakes all the time and I am not a beautiful Wemmick like some of the others. How could I matter to you?”

Eli looked at Punchinello and put his hands on those little wooden shoulders of his and spoke very slowly, “Because Punchinello… you are mine. That’s why you matter to me.” Punchinello had never had anyone look at him like this before or say anything so nice, much less his Maker! He didn’t know what to say!

“Punchinello, every day I’ve been waiting and hoping you would come to see me.”

“I came because I met a sweet Wemmick girl who had no marks.”

“I know. Lucia told me about you.”

“Why don’t the stickers stay on Lucia?”

“Because she has decided that what I think is more important than what anyone else thinks. The stickers only stick if you let them.”


“Yes, the stickers only stick if they matter to you. The more you trust my love, the less you will care about those stickers.”

“I’m not sure I really understand what you are saying?”

“You will, but it will take some time. You’ve got a lot of marks. So for now, just come every day and let me remind you how much I care about you.”

Eli lifted Punchinello off the bench and set him on the floor.“Now remember,” Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door,  “You ARE special because I made you, and I don’t make mistakes.” Punchinello didn’t stop, but in his heart he thought, “I think he really means it.” And each time he remembered what Eli told him and each time he went to visit and talk with Eli, one of Punchinello’s dots would fall off. They kept falling off and soon they were all gone!

So like Punchinello, it’s important for us to remember that while others may focus on outward appearances, our Creator is only concerned with what’s in our heart.